A Bet Gone Wrong

Chapter Forty-Three: Confusing Logan Troubled Patrick

Rebecca

Cameron and I stayed cuddled up on the bay window for a while just talking about whatever came into our minds. Then his cell phone started ringing. It just turned out to be his mom and Luke checking in to make sure we got to the beach house safely and stuff.

"How's dad doing?" He asked. His question catching my attention. I bit my lip and repeating in my mind that his dad was doing okay. If anything would be horrible, it would be his dad passing away while we're on this trip. "That's good to hear, make sure to tell him I say hey." He spoke again after a minute. I let out a small sigh of relief knowing that everything was okay.

When he ended the call, he stuck his phone back into his pocket and sighed. "Everything sounded pretty good," I smiled.

"Yeah, they're doing okay for now." He replied. There wasn't as much enthusiasm in his voice as I had expected. It actually sounded as if he anticipated for things to take a turn for the worst.

"Why do you say it like something bad is going to happen?" I asked, turning to where I could see his face. The sweet passionate eyes he had before had changed to blank, bored, soulless eyes.

He shrugged and looked out of the window. "Things are always the best before something bad happens. My dad isn't going to make it, so there's no point in getting excited over him having a good laugh like his condition is getting any better." He replied.

"Doctors aren't always right you know. Maybe your dad will pull throu-."

"Don't," he snapped, facing me again. I could see the irritation building up in his eyes now. All I was going to do was basically tell him not to give up on his dad, but I guess now isn't a good time to try that.

"I was just trying to help." I murmured. If he cuts me off again though, I'm going to knee him in his balls. I don't care if he's my boyfriend, I'll neuter his ass.

He let out a frustrated sigh, and wrapped his arms tighter around me. "I know. It's just that I can't be told things like that. I don't want to start hoping for something and then get smacked in the face. If I don't start having false hope then it won't hurt as bad when he goes." He explained in a low voice.

That stinks, but I understand his reasoning. It'd be harder to let him go, and even harder to hear the news if you started believing he could survive. At the same time though, it's nice to have just a little hope. "I understand." I replied.

"Thanks for trying to make me feel better though." He added with a smile, back to his usual self. I'm sure if someone wanted to, they could easily say Cameron was bipolar, because he acts like it alot.

"You're welco-."

Suddenly my door flew open from Cody and Dylan running into the room like they had lost their minds. "The bed!" Cody shouted. They hadn't even noticed Cameron and I were sitting at the window, and they both leaped onto the queen sized bed. Pillows were being tossed everywhere, and they even started tackling each other.

What. The. Hell?

"Hey dumb asses, we're not on the bed." Cameron called out to them.

They froze, Dylan had one of Cody's arms in his mouth, and Cody was....well I don't really know what he was doing. "Dude, did you just here that. I think there are ghosts in this place." Cody whispered.

We watched them as they unraveled themselves and fixed up my bed in a sloppy manner. "Creepy, but we're much scarier than any ghost." Dylan replied.

"Check the room." Cody told him, pointing to the right side of the room while he walked to the left. They pretty much scoped out the perimeter of the room before they finally made it to the bay window where Cameron and I were looking at them. "Oh no Dylan."